Slowly sunset <br />dissolves the scene <br /> <br />taking the river <br />& hiding it <br /> <br />in night <br /> <br />(only the ear <br />hears it still) . <br /> <br />Even mountains <br />disappear <br /> <br />become a darker blue <br />within a darker blue <br /> <br />hues <br />within hues. <br /> <br />Only the memory <br />placing things where <br /> <br />it thinks they may <br />have been. <br /> <br />birds create <br />a tapestry <br /> <br />of song <br />that can be <br /> <br />almost seen. <br /> <br />the mind joins <br />...the dots <br /> <br />to create <br />what cannot be <br /> <br />yet is <br />a patchwork quilt of sound <br /> <br />where even silence <br /> <br />shines <br />like the brightest colour <br /> <br />and Time <br />tenderly <br /> <br />erases yet <br />another day.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tender-is-the-night-early-onelia-christmas-poem/
